by Turner, CJ
She nodded. “But mommy says I shouldn’t have sweets before dinner.”
“I think once will be okay.” He unwrapped the cake, handed it to her, and hoped it would occupy her until they reached the house. His phone rang, and he checked to find it was the property management company.
“Mr. Hunt.”
“Hey, Robert.”
“Electricity is down in many areas, but I found oil for your generators. I’ll run someone out to do the maintenance every two days. Your fridge will work and you can run a TV and the security system. You have cold water, but not hot. You’ll have lights, but not much else, not until they get the electricity fixed. I checked the gas stove, and it works, but if you smell gas, then get out of the house and call me. Sorry, your pool isn’t ready. It needs filling, and fresh water is in tight supply right now.”
“Now that’s great. I appreciate you doing this for me.”
“I located a case of water for you. Drink that instead of what comes out of the tap. The water conditioning unit is down.”
“Again, thanks.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“I will.”
The property manager clicked off the call, but his phone rang again. Terry. No. He did not want to speak to her, and Brad sent the call to voicemail. He was about to put his phone in his jacket pocket when his phone rang again. This time it was his father.
He debated answering it when it quieted. Bullet dodged. He must speak to his father about the Bittan situation. When he heard, Brad was sure that Chester Hunt would want to set up a trust fund to ensure her care. But now, he needed to clean and feed Bittan. Maybe she would take a nap? Did seven-year-olds take naps?
Great dad material you are.
Apparently, seven-year-olds did not take naps. However, they did run around a great big house, poking their nose in every nook and cranny and smearing chocolate handprints from the cupcakes idiot guardians gave them. Brad didn’t know where she got the energy because he was exhausted watching her. She did not want a cold bath, and who could blame her. The best he could do was to wash her face and hands. He was also beside himself, trying to figure out what to put on her to replace her dirty clothes. His T-shirts were way too large for her tiny body.
In the middle of the chaos that was Bittan, the doorbell rang.
“What now?”
As he reached the front, he heard a dog barking, and when he opened the door, a black and white ball of muscle streaked past him and through the hall with a click of nails on the tile floor barking excitedly.
“It seems I have the right place.”
Brad couldn’t believe his eyes. Chase stood at the door with a big smile, holding a bag.
“Hello,” said Brad. He continued to stare.
“I brought you some food from the hospital. I know, I know, you hate hospital food. But seeing how almost everything is closed on the island, as I found trying to locate the dog, I thought it was best to come bearing gifts.”
“That’s kind of you.”
“No. I wanted to check up on Bittan. The kid had it rough. The Search and Rescue team that pulled her out of the house came back and told me the story. Gee. Stuck in a bathtub during the hurricane? It must have scared the poor kid to death. I figured the least I could do is find her dog. Also, I picked up a few things from the hospital gift shop, seeing that she lost her clothes along with everything else. I hope they fit.”
Brad blinked, awestruck, not knowing what to say. “Where did you come from?”
“Well, there is this temporary pound where they’ve stuck the lost and abandoned animals, and Hedy brought me there.” He pointed to a car waiting at the road. “There was only one springer spaniel, thank God, so I took a chance. Guess I was right. Oh, yeah. The pound gave me some dog food for him. Not much, just to tide you over for a day or so.”
He held out the bags to Brad to take. And Brad blinked as words stuck in his throat. After a long plane flight, Chase worked during the night and searched in an unfamiliar place for a child’s dog just to help her out.
“Why did you do this?”
Hedy beeped the car horn.
“I’ve got to go. I need to find the place I’m supposed to stay, and my ride is waiting.” Chase turned to walk down the gravel path to the road, and Brad couldn’t breathe. Would he let this marvelous man leave him behind one more time?
“No.”
“What?” said Chase.
“No. Stay here. I mean, I’ve four bedrooms, and you must be exhausted. Tomorrow, we’ll find this place, but right now, let me help. It’s the least I can do.”
In the background, Bittan squealed, and Sammie barked. “Hey, you have your hands full,” said Chase. “It was good to see you.” He stood there a second and shot Brad a searching glance, then turned to leave again.
“Wait. I confess. I have ulterior motives.”
Chase frowned.
“Such as?”
“After a few hours, I’ve found I’m clueless about taking care of a child. I would appreciate the help of a trained professional.”
“Me? You realize I’m an ER doctor, not a childcare worker?”
Damn it. In trying to sound clever, he insulted Chase.
“Yes, I mean—” But words stuck in his throat. Why did this man steal the words from his lips? And then Chase laughed.
“What?”
“That look on your face.” He chuckled again. “Okay, I’ll stay. For Bittan’s sake.”
“Then come in.”
Chase waved off his ride and entered the house, then followed Brad to the living room. Brad winced when he found Bittan had overturned seat cushions and then realized that he did not see her or the dog. He panicked.
“Bittan!” he called. When she did not answer, he turned 360 degrees in the room. “Bittan, come here.”
Chase smirked. “Yes. I can see you have no clue. Bittan, it’s Doctor Chase. I brought you some pretty clothes.”
The pile of cushions exploded, and Bittan popped up her head. Sammie jumped up too.
“Dr. Chase, Dr. Chase!” She ran at him and hugged his knees. “I built a fort to hide from the hurrycane.”
“That’s hurr-a-cane,” said Brad.
“Oh, no, Uncle Brad. Hurrycane, because the bad storm rushes over the houses in a big wind.”
“She’s got you there, Brad. And that’s a fine fort, Bittan. But girl, you are a mess. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then you can put on your pretty clothes and have some dinner.”
“Okay, Dr. Chase.”
Under Chase’s guidance, Bittan took a sponge bath, put on the T-shirt and shorts Chase bought her, ate, and settled down to watch TV. But soon, she fell asleep, and Brad carried her to a bedroom, and Sammie followed and settled in next to the child. When Brad returned to the living room, he found Chase on the couch with his head back. The man must be exhausted, and he turned to find his way to his bedroom.
But Chase stirred on the couch. “Don’t leave on my account.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Chase raised his eyebrows. “Too late for that.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m not. Sit. I’d like to talk with you.”
“About what?”
Chase rubbed his face. “I had an ulterior motive for finding Sammie and coming out here.”
“Yeah, about that. How did you know where I lived?”
“I cheated.”
“You? Mr. Good-Guy-Forever?”
Chase chuckled. “Is that how you see me?”
“After today, you’re my hero.”
He winced. “I snuck a peek at the hospital records. It cost me a good candy bar, too, for the bribe.”
“I’ll reimburse you.”
“No. It’s my penance for intruding on your privacy.”
“That’s a cheap penance. But I’ll throw in Bittan’s clothes, too.”
“Right. Island gift shops are not cheap.”
“Somehow, Mr. Doctor, I thi
nk you can handle it.”
“Yeah, well, about my ulterior motive—”
“Yes?”
“I, I, oh, hell.” He looked down at his hands, and Brad thought Chase wasn’t used to not being supremely confident.
“What, Chase?”
Chase looked him in the eye. “Is it so bad I want to spend time with you?”
Brad’s heart skipped a beat. “But you rushed off.”
“You disappeared. I turned, and you were gone.”
Oh, hell, that was it. The crush of people debarking the plane must have hidden Brad from view.
“I was right there. But there were a bunch of people in front of me. And then you were gone.”
“So?” said Chase.
“So?” returned Brad.
“Would you like to spend some time together?”
Brad’s heart did a flip-flop as he stared at the earnest gaze of this gorgeous man. Yes. More than anything, yes. But any answer seemed to pale in comparison to how his heart thundered. So he leaned forward, and cupped the back of Chase’s neck, and pulled him to bring their lips together, and kissed him with all the passion in his soul.
Chapter 9
Chase
Brad’s initial kiss was tentative, even tender, but soon escalated to one filled with want. Brad’s fingers guided Chase forward, and his lips pressed against Chase’s as if he couldn’t get enough. Chase parted his lips, and Brad’s silken tongue lashed against his, exploring Chase’s mouth for mysteries yet unclaimed. Chase’s breathing stuttered, and the blood roared in his ears as Brad put his knee between Chase’s legs and pushed him against the cushions.
Brad lowered his hand and palmed Chase’s cock through his pants, then attacked Chase’s neck with nips and nibbles with his teeth. Brad moved his hand under Chase’s shirt and pinched a nipple, and Chase arched his back.
“I want you so bad,” gasped Brad.
This intimacy came too fast for Chase, who tended, as doctors did, to tread on the side of caution. But Brad unleashed a wild ferocity in Chase that he couldn’t parse and didn’t want to. Instead, he wanted as much of this man as he could get.
“Same,” gasped Chase. He reached for Brad’s belt buckle and pulled it open. With his other hand, while Brad chewed behind his ear, he pulled Brad’s zipper down and reached for inside, and stroked Brad through his underwear.
“You’re pretty talented with those hands.”
“That’s not all I’m talented with,” said Chase. He pulled down Brad’s slacks and underwear, releasing Brad’s hard cock with a drop of precum glistening at the tip. Seeing Brad’s excitement made Chase’s heart race, and he just knew he had to have Brad in his mouth.
“Sit,” he said. Brad’s eyes widened, but he flipped his body and sat on his bottom. Chase wrapped his index finger and thumb at Brad’s base and slid his wet tongue across Brad’s fat tip experimentally. Brad’s breathing hitched. Chase licked Brad’s cockhead, and while the man shivered, lowered his mouth on Brad’s velvet rod. He sucked in a deep breath and pushed his head down as far as he could take it. He had never done this before, but a need he never experienced drove him to take as much of Brad’s cock in his mouth as he could get. The salty taste and Brad’s natural musk made him light-headed. Instinct guided him as he responded to his lover’s sighs and groans with licks and nibbles. Had he ever thought sucking cock would be this much fun? No, but he’d never doubt that it was again.
Brad lifted his mouth from Brad’s length, and he was surprised at its purplish engorged color. The blissed expression on Brad’s face was a reward in itself and encouraged Chase to try some more. This time, he kicked away the coffee table and slid to his knees, and dove between Brad’s legs to lick his balls. He ravaged the man’s sacks with a fiery passion. He could do this all day. But then he reached under with his tongue. Brad blew out a hard breath as if he was trying to hold back and then put his hands on Chase’s shoulder.
“If you keep doing that—”
“Go ahead.”
Brad shook his head. “No, I don’t want to be done yet. I told you. I want you.”
Chase sucked on his lips and considered what Brad meant. This was new territory for Chase.
“Get on the couch,” said Brad.
Chase stood and took out his wallet and pulled a condom and a pack of lube from it.
Brad arched an eyebrow. “What?” said Chase. “They give these out in the clinic at my hospital. I took a few in case I had a patient that needed them.”
“I’m glad you’re prepared,” said Brad. He snatched them from Chase’s hand. “Now lay on your back. But first, take off your clothes.”
“I’ve noticed that you are a bit bossy.”
“Oh, no. I’m a lot bossy. Comes with the job.”
“Which job is that?”
“Making sure the bossee is satisfied.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
“I would think so. Now let’s get those jeans off your gorgeous bottom.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” said Brad with a wicked smile.
Chase pulled his jeans and underwear down, and Brad took Chase’s hard cock into his hand. “Someone likes to give head,” he said.
Chase nodded. “You were delicious.”
Brad gave Chase a sly smile. “I’ll keep that in mind. Let’s see what you taste like.” Brad pushed Chase’s shoulders down, so he had to sit on the couch. Brad fell to his knees and stared at Chase’s cock and balls like they were a feast in waiting.
Chase gasped as Brad took him into his mouth. Sparks flew along the length of his spine as Brad lavished his tongue on Chase’s shaft, and he closed his eyes as tingles and sparks animated every part of him. He heard foil rip, and then the coolness of the lube at his hole. Brad circled the area with his finger, and Chase tensed. He was unused to this.
“Relax,” urged Brad. “We’ll go nice and slow.”
Brad massaged the outside, then pushed a lubed finger inside.
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” said Chase.
Brad inched the finger in slowly, pulled back, and then forward again, and Chase was surprised he liked the sensation.
“Push onto my finger, that’s it.”
Brad twisted his digit, and sparks flashed before Chase’s eyes as a shot of pleasure coursed through him.
He sucked in a deep breath. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” said Brad, with evident satisfaction in his voice. He pulled a couch cushion off and positioned it under his knees.
“What?”
“Ssh. You can’t make noise and wake Bittan.”
Chase, in the rush of pleasure and hormones, had forgotten about her.
“Okay,” he said.
Brad pulled his finger out, and curiously Chase felt empty. “Hey.”
“Ssh,” said Brad. His fingers returned, this time two of them, with more lube, and Brad worked them in. And then added a third finger, while Chase moved on his hand. If fingers were this good, how would Brad’s cock feel?
“I think I’m ready,” said Chase.
“Look at me,” said Brad.
Chase opened his eyes and watched in rapt attention as Brad stroked his member, staring into Chase’s eyes. Chase reached for his dick, and their hands moved in sync. It was the sexiest thing Chase had ever seen.
Then Brad reached for the condom, and after ripping it open, rolled it on. After applying the last of the lube, he stared into Chase’s eyes again.
“Relax into this,” Brad said in a husky voice. “I know this will be good.”
While he loved the idea of Brad’s cock at his hole, despite Brad’s exhortations, he instinctively tightened.
“Ssh, ssh,” said Brad. “Open up for me, baby.”
Chase relaxed, and Brad pushed forward into Chase. The breach burned but didn’t hurt, and Brad did his best to move slowly. Tears came to the corners of Chase’s eyes, but not from pain. The enormity of this intimacy overwhelmed h
im. Brad filled him, and Chase didn’t realize until now how empty he’d been. He gasped when Brad’s silky balls brushed against his.
“You okay?” asked Brad. His throaty voice sent another wave of shivers through Chase.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Push into me as I move.”
“How does it feel?”
“Fucking incredible.”
Chase thought the same about Brad.
“Okay, babe. Hang on.”
Brad moved cautiously at first, but Chase could tell it was an effort. Brad’s breathing sped up as he picked up the pace, and at first, Chase wasn’t getting into it. But then, Brad moved ever so slightly and hit Chase’s prostate, and he cried out in pleasure.
“Oh, God,” he called.
“Touch yourself, babe. Come first. I want to see it.”
Chase grabbed his cock and pulled on it, but the next slide against his prostate sent him over the edge. He shook as he exploded over his hand and chest. Brad threw back his head while he gripped Chase’s hips and opened his mouth in a soundless scream as he plundered Chase’s insides.
Brad lowered his head and sighed. “On my fucking God,” he gasped.
He didn’t pull back until he softened and slid out.
“You, okay?” Brad asked. “I lost control at the end.”
“I’m fine. Better than.”
“Great. Let’s go to bed.”
“What, more?”
“Oh, God, no. Well, at least not now. I need sleep, and I can think of nothing better than curling up next to you when I do.”
But in the morning, Chase woke to find himself alone in Brad’s bed which was a disappointment. When he rose, he found his clothes folded and his sneakers at the end of the bed. But Chase did smell breakfast cooking and heard Bittan’s voice through the door. He slipped into the en suite bathroom and took a quick shower, then dressed. Today, before going to work, Chase would find Alister’s condo. If he was lucky, the airline had delivered his luggage.
And he was feeling lucky. Chase hadn’t slept so well in ages. He hoped that sleeping with Brad could become a regular thing.
The doorbell rang, and Chase wondered who it was. Maybe Hedy found his luggage and brought it out here?
